Lluvia y un sabor secreto

In a small café by the window, rain hammered against the glass like it wanted to break inside. I was sitting at a corner table when I saw him. My heart immediately kicked harder. Max. My ex-lover, who I hadn’t seen in almost two years. His gaze slid over me, and that recognition flared in his eyes. Desire. He smiled slowly, almost sheepishly, and walked over.

“No way. Is it really you?” he said quietly, sitting down across from me. His knee accidentally brushed mine under the table, and I jolted like I’d been zapped.

“Yeah, it’s me. Decided to hide from the downpour. And you’re still just as…” I didn’t finish, because his fingers were already trailing lightly over the back of my hand. My skin instantly broke out in goosebumps.

“You’ve gotten prettier, Lena. Your eyes are even deeper.” His voice was low, velvety. “Remember how we once sat in a café just like this, and I told you I was ready to fuck you right on that table?”

I laughed, but it came out nervous, turned on.

“That was a joke, Max. Innocent.”

“Innocent?” He leaned closer, and I caught that familiar scent of his skin mixed with rain. “Then why are your nipples hard under your blouse right now?”

I bit my lip. Between my legs was already hot and wet. His hand settled on my knee under the tablecloth, slowly sliding up my thigh. The café was nearly empty, just the bartender clattering dishes somewhere in the kitchen.

“Max… people could see us here,” I whispered, but my legs parted slightly on their own.

“Nobody’s gonna see. And if they do… let ’em be jealous.” His fingers reached the edge of my panties. “You’re already wet, Lena. I can feel it.”

I let out a soft moan when he pushed the thin fabric aside and ran two fingers along my pussy. My clit instantly swelled. The rain picked up, drowning out our breathing.

“I want you. Right now,” he breathed, staring into my eyes.

“Then stop talking…” I grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand harder against me. “Fingers deeper. Do it.”

He obediently slid two fingers inside me and started slowly fucking me with them, twisting them around. My pussy made soft wet sounds, slick dripping onto the chair. I gripped the edge of the table, trying not to moan out loud.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside…” he whispered, speeding up. “Remember how I used to love licking you for hours?”

Instead of answering, I unzipped his fly under the table. His cock was already rock hard, hot, heavy. I wrapped my hand around it and started jerking him off, feeling him pulse.

“I want to suck you,” I breathed, my eyes already drunk with lust.

We stood up fast. Max tossed money on the table and grabbed my hand. We almost ran into the narrow hallway behind the kitchen, where there was a tiny storage room with a couch. The door shut, and he immediately pressed me against the wall, kissing me hungrily. His tongue pushed into my mouth, his hands hiked up my skirt.

“Take your panties off,” he ordered hoarsely.

I pulled them down, and they dropped to the floor. Max sank to his knees, spread my legs wider, and buried his face in my wet pussy. His tongue found my clit right away, licking fast and hard. I grabbed his hair, gasping.

“Yes… like that… harder, Max… oh god, I missed your tongue so much…”

He sucked my clit, pushed his tongue inside me, drank my juices. My legs were shaking. Within a couple of minutes I was coming, clamping my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. The wave of orgasm rolled through my whole body, my pussy pulsing against his tongue.

But he didn’t give me time to recover. He stood, turned me to face the wall, bent me over, bracing my hands on an old cabinet. I felt the thick head of his cock part my lips and slam in to the hilt.

“Aaaahhh…” I gasped. “You’re so big… fuck me, please…”

He started pounding me hard and deep, his balls slapping against my wet pussy. His hands gripped my hips tight. Every thrust knocked a moan out of me.

“Tell me whose you are right now, Lena?” he growled, speeding up.

“Yours… I’m your slut… fuck me harder… deeper!”

He fucked me rougher, one hand reaching around to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. The other squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple. I could already feel my second orgasm building.

“I’m gonna come…” I moaned.

“Come on my cock. Do it, baby…”

It hit me. My pussy clenched hard around him, my whole body trembled, and I whimpered softly with pleasure. Max snarled too, drove in a few more sharp thrusts, and started coming. Hot cum shot into me in thick spurts, filling me to the brim. He kept moving slowly, milking out the last drops.

We froze, breathing hard. The rain outside the storage room window kept drumming. He carefully pulled out of me, turned me to face him, and kissed me gently on the lips.

“I never stopped loving you,” he said quietly.

I smiled, feeling his cum slowly trickling down my thighs.

“Then don’t let me go tonight…” I whispered, running my fingers over his still-hard cock. “We’ve got a whole night ahead of us.”